ACRO

Ian

"Samaira.."

Her eyes opened partially, her senses drowsy.

"Samaira!" whispered her sister.

As the drowsy sensation subsided, her vision cleared, her eyes focusing on her sister, whose eyes were weary and worried.

She opened her eyes, her eyelids feeling heavy and her body in severe pain. Her eyes scanned the little room she was in, and the new set of clothes she was wearing, along with bandages on her bruises and scars.

Samaira tried to sit up, only to feel a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, making her immediately fall back and groan.

"Oh god." cried her sister, tears flowing down her eyes.

The memories of the last night, the worst night of her life flashed in her mind, making her relive the pain again.

Her mind was still in shock, so was her body. Tears left her eyes for hours, her face straight and emotionless. She was in so much pain, but didn't know how to let it out.

The man who rescued her the night before, walked into the room, placing his hand on Monica's shoulder.
"Can I talk to her, in person?" he asked, gently.

Monica looked at Samaira, her eyes asking if it was okay. Samaira nodded, assuringly, since she knew that this man had nobility in him.

Monica left the room.

"Do you wanna try and sit?" he asked, concern showing in his grey eyes.

She nodded, making him push the recliner button, and making the bed rise. His hand slid behind her back, helping her sit up. Pain shot up and down her abdomen again, a little lesser, this time. She groaned, pushing herself to rise as he helped her up, until she found herself to be successful and the pain subdued.

She looked down at her arms and legs , her eyes running over the bruises and bite marks all over them. These were the parts, that weren't covered by clothes.
Every inch of her body throbbed in pain, but she kept silent about it.

"Looking at yourself in the mirror is gonna be hard." he said, his accent American.

She kept silent.

"You did a very brave thing by making your sister run and facing them alone. You're a very brave girl, Samaira." he said, his hand patting her shoulder, making her flinch at the contact.

"It's okay." he said, moving his hand away.

"I'm not gonna hurt you."

He sat down, on the chair next to the bed.
"We have one of the men, who assaulted you." said the man.

"He couldn't run, since he was shot in the leg. We can help get the other ones who did this to you, so you can turn them in, to the police."

Samaira listened to him, her eyes narrowing, attentively.

"For now, I would need you to go back home while we deal with this guy. Tell your parents you know who did this to you, but not where he is. In any case, you cannot tell them about us. Do you understand me?" he instructed.

She nodded, quietly.

"I asked your sister about your school. I will be waiting for you in the morning, at the back gate, on this day, the next week. By then, we'd have everyone of these bastards."